As a writer, one of my most shameful admissions has to be that I more and more often these days, ‘lose the plot’. I have even invented a new acronym come verb for this affliction. To LTP. Thus it is now possible for me to have LTPed, be LTPing and more than likely, will LTP more often in the future.

So what is this ailment I hear you ask. Well, the best way to describe it I suppose is that one cannot do sex, drugs and rock & roll, caffeine, nicotine and alcohol, and whiskey and women for over half a century and not suffer from some side effects. While deafness set in many moons ago and maladies associated with anything resembling a joint started eons back, a relatively recent symptom has become far more inconvenient. I could say troublesome and downright annoying as well.

This new prodrome is? Hold on. What was I talking about?

See, this is the problem. I have an ever so slight problem with short term memory. I know I was going to make a very intelligent comment about what I was writing about, but for the life of me, I just can’t remember what it was. Seems I’ve LTPed again. Very embarrassing that it has happened right in the middle of a blog post. But can you imagine how disturbing it is when it happens in the middle of writing a whole book?

Another annoyance is that I’ve had to set so many reminders and alarms for myself that I now have a plethora of electronic devices, all beeping and flashing incessantly day and night, reminding me about things I have to do and had forgotten all about. Damn! Here’s one now. Popping up and beeping right in the middle of this. ‘Blog Post’, it says. What the hell does that mean?

Now. Where was I?

LTP’d
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10 thoughts on “LTP’d

  • 18/11/2010 at 10:30 am
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    I was going to reply Dagwood, er, Dexter – Doh!

  • 28/11/2010 at 6:23 pm
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    My Goodness Derek! You certainly have a lot of "Ands" in this post. Don't blame it on the aaaaa alcohol. You're just getting older, And I don't mean OLD. And You sure can write! What a blessing to have such talent! And "You're never too old to rock and roll." You said it. ;)
    Now, Where did I put my coffee?

  • 24/05/2011 at 10:23 am
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    TOTS syndrome! No, not like reverting to being a toddler again, rather getting to the Top Of The Stairs then, when you get there, forgetting why you went up in the first place!

    I so understand LTPing.

  • 18/07/2011 at 6:06 pm
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    I have the same problem. Only I’ve had it all my life. Short attention span. Scattered. And I’ve lived a relatively clean life. Except for those 3 years. I don’t discuss those. :P You made me laugh this morning. For that you get a gold star.

    • 18/07/2011 at 8:34 pm
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      Glad I induce a laugh Margaret. Eh, now remind me. What was it about? :)

  • 18/07/2011 at 7:09 pm
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    I feel your pain Derek. LTP has become a consistent problem for me too. I look up at my wall of 4×6 index cards that outline my current novel and think, “Great I can see it all at once. But where the hell was I?”

    Thanks for the laugh.

  • 18/07/2011 at 8:33 pm
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    I never use cards Thom. Can never remember why I put them up on the wall! :)

  • 06/08/2011 at 8:50 am
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    Heh, I like the term LTP! I do it all the time, too. Both while writing as well as following my own ‘life plot’. I walk into a room and forget why I go there in the first place. My keys and glasses slip away from me the moment i turn my back. My tea is often bitter and cold because I forget that I’ve kept it to brew. :-/

  • 07/08/2011 at 1:18 am
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    I love your blog. I had to post it to my Facebook pages. Perhaps, LTP is not so bad after all. You did manage to have a plot to begin with, even if you can’t retain the thought. LOL My problem is actually putting words down on paper. I have composed my novel in my head a thousand times . . . I think I have a problem. LOL

  • 25/08/2011 at 10:09 pm
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    OH, I am So familiar with that. In our family we call that CRS (Can’t Remember Shit).

    It doesn’t help when there is all this “stuff” zipping and winding and swirling through the fog that is my… um, yeah, that…

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